Rowena was dressed in clinging pink slacks and a pretty, flowered shirt that looked like a throwback to the Seventies. The creamy, gauzy fabric was gathered just under her breasts, showing enough cleavage to get my juices flowing.
“You look lovely,” I said as I wheeled in my cart.
“Thank you. You look delicious…..” A smack of her palm on her forehead, she blushed. “I’m so sorry. You look very nice,” she corrected herself.
“I like delicious better,” I murmured right next to her ear.
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